freedom
a poem about independence
standing room only
the seats have been filled
alone again
but it was my choice
I wonder
what does it even mean?
I want it
the butterflies in my tummy beg for an escape
the laughter bubbles to the surface
the joy radiates through my entire being
I won’t need a seat
dancing through the aisle of disappointment
I gain strength in the trenches
my heart longs for companionship but my soul can taste the freedom
so close
I choose the latter
freedom is attainable, and I refuse to let this moment slip through my fingers
the wind joins my skin
the soul gets a taste again
I whisper back “take me with you”
lying in a field of wildflowers
alone
this is home
About the Creator
Canaan Trice
Hi, my name is Canaan. I am just a girl who loves to write about the life happening around me and within me. I hope you enjoy.
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